I am a Woman,
It’s something I’ve grown into, although I didn’t have a choice.
although I didn’t have a choice.
Sometimes I look at the world, through youthful eyes
and they burn in anger.
I look at my sisters around the world and they suffer,
damn it they suffer, for the simplest things.
And all because they have a vagina.
Yes I said the word! The one that makes some flinch
VAGINA! VAGINA! VAGINA!
A part of the body that equals discrimination and a lack of equality.
There’s pressure all around,
to look a certain way.
Although that’s not entirely on the men, we have a part to play.
Why waste our time with waistlines and cellulite,
when our sisters can’t even go to school?
But that won’t get printed in a glossy, on reality TV.
Hell, we rarely talk about inequality!
About mother’s rights and the pay gap.
About sexism all around us, violence and threats.
We can’t rely on leaders, have you seen who’s been voted in?
And so we’ll march, for those who can’t, for ourselves.
We’ll be told to ‘calm down’, that we’re winning the game
but while you control our bodies I don’t think that’s the same.
Say what you want, about my voice so loud.
You cannot keep us quiet, lock us all up.
We’ll carry on resisting, just you wait and see.
We don’t want to control you, just equality.
I am a woman, and I will fight.
I am a woman, and I am strong.
I am a woman, hear me and my sisters roar.